When people got old, why did they always develop a passion for scrabbling in the earth? Were they trying to get used to it?

Many years ago someone told me something that I flatly refused to accept. And I still don't accept it now, despite all the times I've seen it proved right. "The common good and the individual good rarely coincide..." Sure, I know, it's true. But some truths are probably worse than lies.

If age teaches you anything, then one of its lessons is certainly not to hurry if you're already late.

All we can do is try not to fall.

Love was something different. Love was pure delight, a fountain of emotions, sensual delights, and enjoying spending time together.

There is no abstract Evil; you have to understand that! Its roots are here, all around us, in this herd that goes on chewing and having a good time only an hour after a murder!

Ill-considered but well-intentioned actions do more good that actions that are well-considered but cruel.